Lean On Me
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Rating: PG
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fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Numb Stella Bonasera/Sheldon Hawkes (#4)
Words: 659
Spoilers: CSI: NY Episode 3x09: And Here's To You, Mrs. Azrael
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not trying to step on toes, just having fun.
Warnings: n/a
Author's Notes: n/a
She knew it had been a rough case for him. She'd watched him move about the lab and the hospital...she saw how upset the facts made him. She saw ghosts of something moving through his mind. And he was avoiding her.
The truth was, they hadn't been through much in the recent months, since the moment in her office when he kissed her. They'd had late night drinks or meals here and there. Movies. TV on either of their couches. But it wasn't moving fast at all. They were both okay with that. She thought they had been.
They were now friends on a different level. Friends that were attracted to one another. Friends that kissed – and quite a lot when they could. There hadn't been more. No acknowledgment. No sex. A part of her got the sense it was just the kind of man he was. Not to mention that they were co-workers in addition to everything else.
He'd been amazing to her recently, and she only wanted to repay it.
She was sitting on the front stoop of his apartment building when he got home. He hadn't been expecting it, and he wasn't sure that he wanted company. He stopped in front of her and watched his feet quietly. Not something she was used to. Usually those eyes were right on her.
“Hey,” she said quietly. She got to her feet and brought a bag from the step beside her. “I brought Chinese.”
His shoulders moved up in a faint shrug. His raised his head slightly to glance at her. “I'm not all that hungry.”
“Well...you...you don't have to eat it now. I just thought...” She pulled the bag in and hugged it against herself. “I was worried.”
“It's...it's been a really long couple of days,” he nodded.
“I know.”
“I don't think I'll make the best company,” he went on.
She sighed and moved closer to him. She took his hand and threaded her fingers through his. “You don't have to be. Just...let me be here for you.”
He met her eyes more closely this time and held the gaze for awhile, then nodded. “Okay.” He kept hold of her hand as he moved for the door. Once he let them inside his apartment he sat down to take his shoes off. She set the food in the fridge then sat beside him. Shoes off, he kept his eyes on the floor, still leaned over slightly. Her hand moved to his back and rubbed it slowly.
“I'm sorry,” she whispered.
“It wasn't your fault.” He shook his head and still watched the floor.
“I'm sorry all the same.” She leaned in and pressed her lips to the side of his head. He closed his eyes and leaned into her with a long sigh.
“I think I wanna sleep.”
“Okay,” she replied, but didn't move yet. “I can see you tomorrow.”
“I'd rather you stayed...if you want.”
“I can do that.”
He quietly got to his feet and held his hand out to her. She took it and stood to follow him back to his room. Aside from passing out on the couch together, they hadn't even just slept together. He closed the bedroom door and began to change into his sweats. He pulled a t-shirt from his closet to hand her, and she changed into it. He sat on the bed and looked up at her. Despite his mood, he couldn't help but produce a small smile for the way she looked wearing his t-shirt and nothing else. She smiled back, with a slight smirk, and went closer. He moved back and lay down on the bed, pulling the sheets up for her. She slid in and moved close against him. He turned his body to hers and wrapped an arm around her tightly. It wasn't long at all before they both fell into a deep sleep.
Title: Lean On Me
Author:defy_n_gravity
Rating: PG
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Numb Stella Bonasera/Sheldon Hawkes (#5)
Words: 648
Spoilers: CSI: NY Episode 3x11: Raising Shane
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not trying to step on toes, just having fun.
Warnings: n/a
Author's Notes: n/a
He didn't do it. That's all he could continue claiming. He didn't do it and he was tired of saying it. He felt he didn't need to say it. He was Dr. Sheldon Hawkes. He wasn't a murderer.
Stella was across town thinking the same thing. The man she'd been getting closer to in the past couple of weeks, she knew he didn't have it in him. Not the man that smiled at her in the way he did, looked at her the way he did. Not the hands that rubbed her back slowly as she woke up beside him, or the lips that kissed hers – almost hesitantly. They were still moving slow. They both needed slow. But she knew him, she'd known him long before there was anything, and she knew he didn't do it.
Something brought her to see him. She had to look at him and see that he was okay. See that he was holding up. Mac had said he'd looked fine, but she had to see for herself.
She sat across from him with the plexi-glass between them. They both held a phone, but neither spoke. They were too used to being just Stella and Hawkes anywhere but in their apartments. She watched his hand move across the table, flat against it, and his fingertips touched the glass ever so slightly. She did the same, meeting his fingers.
“We're getting there,” she finally said.
“I wanna go home.”
She had to catch her breath at that, but she kept composed and nodded. “You will, Hawkes. In no time.”
“And you'll be there?” He asked that even quieter, and she read it more than heard it. She nodded. He nodded back.
“I have to go...we'll fix this. I promise.” She hung up the phone and sat there a moment longer, before getting up to leave, having to get out of there before she turned back to look again. He watched her go, his heart sinking that he wasn't leaving, too.
~~~
Seeing her face in that moment was everything. Moving towards her. Wrapping his arms around her. Her scent, her warmth, taking him over. It was everything. She just hugged him tightly for a long time. “I told you,” she whispered against his ear after awhile.
“That's not all you told me,” he replied.
“I know. Come on.” She let go of him and they walked out the door, side by side, as colleges and friends.
It wasn't until they were leaving the cab in front of his apartment, and moving themselves through his building, that they morphed into their other selves. His hand held the small of her back and she walked closer to his side. He let them in and gave a sigh of relief at being home.
“Hungry?” She asked.
“Starved.”
“Okay.” She squeezed his arm. “Go shower and change, I'll throw something together.” Without a thought of objecting, he moved down the hall, already pulling his shirt off.
~~~
They sat at his table with the remnants of a quick dinner. He turned in his chair to look at her sitting beside him. “You're a good cook.”
“Amazing what a woman can do with a box of Mac and Cheese,” she nodded.
He chuckled and just watched her for a moment. His hand moved up to take her cheek lightly. “I missed you,” he whispered.
“Me too,” she nodded.
“I was thinking about you a lot,” he said.
“Yea?”
He leaned in and kissed her softly. “Yea.”
“What about me?”
He kissed her again, his hand moving down her arm. “I can show you,” he answered, carefully getting to his feet and pulling her up with him. She stood and placed a hand to his chest, staying close.
“What about the dishes?”
He took a step from the table. “The dishes can wait. I can't anymore.”
Author:
defy_n_gravityRating: PG
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Numb Stella Bonasera/Sheldon Hawkes (#4)Words: 659
Spoilers: CSI: NY Episode 3x09: And Here's To You, Mrs. Azrael
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not trying to step on toes, just having fun.
Warnings: n/a
Author's Notes: n/a
She knew it had been a rough case for him. She'd watched him move about the lab and the hospital...she saw how upset the facts made him. She saw ghosts of something moving through his mind. And he was avoiding her.
The truth was, they hadn't been through much in the recent months, since the moment in her office when he kissed her. They'd had late night drinks or meals here and there. Movies. TV on either of their couches. But it wasn't moving fast at all. They were both okay with that. She thought they had been.
They were now friends on a different level. Friends that were attracted to one another. Friends that kissed – and quite a lot when they could. There hadn't been more. No acknowledgment. No sex. A part of her got the sense it was just the kind of man he was. Not to mention that they were co-workers in addition to everything else.
He'd been amazing to her recently, and she only wanted to repay it.
She was sitting on the front stoop of his apartment building when he got home. He hadn't been expecting it, and he wasn't sure that he wanted company. He stopped in front of her and watched his feet quietly. Not something she was used to. Usually those eyes were right on her.
“Hey,” she said quietly. She got to her feet and brought a bag from the step beside her. “I brought Chinese.”
His shoulders moved up in a faint shrug. His raised his head slightly to glance at her. “I'm not all that hungry.”
“Well...you...you don't have to eat it now. I just thought...” She pulled the bag in and hugged it against herself. “I was worried.”
“It's...it's been a really long couple of days,” he nodded.
“I know.”
“I don't think I'll make the best company,” he went on.
She sighed and moved closer to him. She took his hand and threaded her fingers through his. “You don't have to be. Just...let me be here for you.”
He met her eyes more closely this time and held the gaze for awhile, then nodded. “Okay.” He kept hold of her hand as he moved for the door. Once he let them inside his apartment he sat down to take his shoes off. She set the food in the fridge then sat beside him. Shoes off, he kept his eyes on the floor, still leaned over slightly. Her hand moved to his back and rubbed it slowly.
“I'm sorry,” she whispered.
“It wasn't your fault.” He shook his head and still watched the floor.
“I'm sorry all the same.” She leaned in and pressed her lips to the side of his head. He closed his eyes and leaned into her with a long sigh.
“I think I wanna sleep.”
“Okay,” she replied, but didn't move yet. “I can see you tomorrow.”
“I'd rather you stayed...if you want.”
“I can do that.”
He quietly got to his feet and held his hand out to her. She took it and stood to follow him back to his room. Aside from passing out on the couch together, they hadn't even just slept together. He closed the bedroom door and began to change into his sweats. He pulled a t-shirt from his closet to hand her, and she changed into it. He sat on the bed and looked up at her. Despite his mood, he couldn't help but produce a small smile for the way she looked wearing his t-shirt and nothing else. She smiled back, with a slight smirk, and went closer. He moved back and lay down on the bed, pulling the sheets up for her. She slid in and moved close against him. He turned his body to hers and wrapped an arm around her tightly. It wasn't long at all before they both fell into a deep sleep.
Title: Lean On Me
Author:
defy_n_gravityRating: PG
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Numb Stella Bonasera/Sheldon Hawkes (#5)Words: 648
Spoilers: CSI: NY Episode 3x11: Raising Shane
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not trying to step on toes, just having fun.
Warnings: n/a
Author's Notes: n/a
He didn't do it. That's all he could continue claiming. He didn't do it and he was tired of saying it. He felt he didn't need to say it. He was Dr. Sheldon Hawkes. He wasn't a murderer.
Stella was across town thinking the same thing. The man she'd been getting closer to in the past couple of weeks, she knew he didn't have it in him. Not the man that smiled at her in the way he did, looked at her the way he did. Not the hands that rubbed her back slowly as she woke up beside him, or the lips that kissed hers – almost hesitantly. They were still moving slow. They both needed slow. But she knew him, she'd known him long before there was anything, and she knew he didn't do it.
Something brought her to see him. She had to look at him and see that he was okay. See that he was holding up. Mac had said he'd looked fine, but she had to see for herself.
She sat across from him with the plexi-glass between them. They both held a phone, but neither spoke. They were too used to being just Stella and Hawkes anywhere but in their apartments. She watched his hand move across the table, flat against it, and his fingertips touched the glass ever so slightly. She did the same, meeting his fingers.
“We're getting there,” she finally said.
“I wanna go home.”
She had to catch her breath at that, but she kept composed and nodded. “You will, Hawkes. In no time.”
“And you'll be there?” He asked that even quieter, and she read it more than heard it. She nodded. He nodded back.
“I have to go...we'll fix this. I promise.” She hung up the phone and sat there a moment longer, before getting up to leave, having to get out of there before she turned back to look again. He watched her go, his heart sinking that he wasn't leaving, too.
Seeing her face in that moment was everything. Moving towards her. Wrapping his arms around her. Her scent, her warmth, taking him over. It was everything. She just hugged him tightly for a long time. “I told you,” she whispered against his ear after awhile.
“That's not all you told me,” he replied.
“I know. Come on.” She let go of him and they walked out the door, side by side, as colleges and friends.
It wasn't until they were leaving the cab in front of his apartment, and moving themselves through his building, that they morphed into their other selves. His hand held the small of her back and she walked closer to his side. He let them in and gave a sigh of relief at being home.
“Hungry?” She asked.
“Starved.”
“Okay.” She squeezed his arm. “Go shower and change, I'll throw something together.” Without a thought of objecting, he moved down the hall, already pulling his shirt off.
They sat at his table with the remnants of a quick dinner. He turned in his chair to look at her sitting beside him. “You're a good cook.”
“Amazing what a woman can do with a box of Mac and Cheese,” she nodded.
He chuckled and just watched her for a moment. His hand moved up to take her cheek lightly. “I missed you,” he whispered.
“Me too,” she nodded.
“I was thinking about you a lot,” he said.
“Yea?”
He leaned in and kissed her softly. “Yea.”
“What about me?”
He kissed her again, his hand moving down her arm. “I can show you,” he answered, carefully getting to his feet and pulling her up with him. She stood and placed a hand to his chest, staying close.
“What about the dishes?”
He took a step from the table. “The dishes can wait. I can't anymore.”
